Secret Service
(专辑: No Man's Land - 1990)
Niggas trippin smokin all this weed and shit man You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin jumpin man Foooool, I
got my Glock nigga my Calico Boy even a
little deuce-deuce Nigga, what that mean to po-po? Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they some zarks They ain't runnin up on the
turf nigga Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombs Ahh fuck them fools nigga Wipe out yo' whole hood But I'd take care of all them fools nigga I
got down motherfuckers here nigga Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' down they DEEP nigga You think you deeper than them? They DEEP nigga! Ahh nigga They got everythang! What, oh shit, wait what the
fuck is that? [*three big explosions*] Yeah, I
clean my weapon fo' times a
day I'm with the
devil-est, yes the
world's mine to slay I
sipped wine with Jay, Hoova I
can make you a
murder victim Say some nigga dope server licked him (I didn't do it) A
third of income that I
get is enough To never sweat and I
forget them dirty niggas I
snuffed Yeah you figure your tough, them coons be livin trife With they civil rights, I
got yo' midas in my pistol sights You try to loot and think you post hard I
got the
Coast Guard, get ghost cause folks scarre With my flame-thrower you're lame Yoda, slaveholder Got a
brain fo' ya, leave a
poseur, slave told ya Totin Glocks with laser scopes Watch the
slayer folks watch for my cops (with major doe) Forget your vest, cause I'm bustin your chest Gettin checks and medals sayin Agent Plus is the
best Yeah, I
do bribes, some people front and say no They can play though, not like them Czechs in Sarajevo I
got a
family but I'm still that mean I
gotta feel that green Agent Massey, how'd you kill that King? I
did it slickly, put a
knife in his kidney And sent him to bliss made it look like some terrorists The
heir to his throne, eight years old I
left his back blown up, for that I
get the
FAT bonus So the
Cadillac's on once I
get back home But there's the
mobile plus the
fax with my target profile Yo, I
blow up a
church if I
gotta Orders from the
top it don't stop til I
gotcha, yeah And when I
do best to believe ya through Cause we do not take prisoners in the
good old U S
of A
Too much red tape to Mas-sey Plus the
press say what they want to now-a-days I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin ghettos Seven figure payroll, give you wings and a
halo We run things, so lay low, keepin paid Those attempts to uprise we blow ya spot sky high And bury ya cause the
lessa, you're the
merrier Comin soon a
new shoppin mall if you don't bear With the
program cold and callous, no man Women, or child is safe (why?) cause we the
wildest They got the
FBI, CIA ATF, DEA, big guns for pay Yeah, plus them armed forces man them fools don't play And the
coppers that you see everyday They got the
FBI, CIA ATF, DEA, big guns for pay Yeah, plus them armed forces man them fools don't play And the
coppers that you see everyday